Mystikal - n***as Like Me lyrics

Get the extra clips There we go (gangsta sh**, gangsta sh**, n***as like me into gangsta sh**) [Crooked Eye] Chorus n***as like me make the world go 'round Beats by the pound is them n***as droppin' platnum sounds n***as like me roll wit extra clips Cuz n***as like me be in some gangsta sh** x2 n***as like me quick to pop that steel Because n***as like me, haters trying to k** And uh, n***as like me used to slang birdies Before n***as like me was into R-A-P You see n***as like me ball wit nuthin but thugs 30 deep, strapped muggin, in the back of the club It be n***as like me posted up in the cut Ready to lite this sh** up cuz I dont give a f** n***as like me role wit Master P And that red a** gangsta Mr. B-O-Z n***as like me from the west to south n***as like the M-O-B and Mystikal Chorus x2 [Mystikal] Muthaf**er better hump in your back Clock the Glock, hold up the buzz, tear up the club Make these weak a** n***as know the f** you at When they see you wit yo beer banana n***a you skipped the line, you get yo shine Make yo money don't play no time Yo hoe big fine, torture line Them n***as dont trip they respect yo mind Excute us to see ya, follow the leader Looked up to a lil trill, wanna be ya Black tuxedo wit a 9 milimeter Call Steady Mobb'n we all ready now [Silkk] Mistah hold up Type a n***as goin behind his fiance goin out n' creep And at the weddn', any reason why these two shouldn't be married, she a Freak I be the typa n***a that holds his own That typa n***as block be holdn' his own Ya know I be sayin buzz, holdn' the crome Below holdn' the dough like, what went wrong No findn' jail I box the more I just knocked poped on the door If I don't k** us, live that pop smoke Who you think I am, f** ya'll, steady mobb'n [Crooked Eye] Chorus x2 [Billy Bavgate] n***as like me got you smokin' dat weed Sellin' dat D, north south west to tha east They say, a n***a like me, I put the funk in tha streets My lig go broke, I put the broke in the streets I'm a public enemy on my enemies Drug dealers feeln' me I'm smokn' my weed Til these jealous n***as bury me Bury me real in the pine box Put me next to moms and pops One love to the n***as dumpin shots at cops For the crooked sh** they do man it's got to stop And they say, a n***a like me am I a menace on the streets Cause I handle my business when we meet [Crooked Eye] Chorus x2 Yeah, this dedicated to them real gangstas Mystikal, he into gangsta sh** Steady Mobb'n, we into gangsta sh** Silkk The Shocker, he into gangsta sh** C-Murder, you into gangsta sh** And the Colonel Master P into gangsta sh** Big Boz, he into gangsta sh** N-O L-I-M-I-T into gangsta sh** Yeah, Beats By The Pound Puttin it down You other producers back up and put them drumsticks down Craig B, O'Dell, that n***a KL Mo D, and beats by Los Don't even play these n***as close